Thanks for stopping by for this week’s Womanly Wednesday! This week’s post is by an amazing friend of mine from Davidson named Louise. When I met her during her freshmen year and my senior year, I was so in awe of her sweet spirit, her heart to love people, and the deep way she was starting to process her grief about all that she describes in this post. It has been a blessing to know her and see her start to explore God’s grace in the midst of her grief, and I hope you learn as much from her story as I have!
It was spring of my 4th grade year. He was only in the hospital for 24 hours. No one saw it coming. But at age nine my world was wrecked from the inside out as my sweet daddy and favorite person in the world went to go see Jesus. I was blown away, heartbroken and terrified. I had no idea how to respond or what I should think or feel. But I knew that Jesus was holding our sweet, broken family- it was evident by the great and strange sense of peace we felt. But how to respond to such a thing? I had no earthly idea. So when someone told me to “be strong for your mom” in the weeks that followed, I did just that.
